Darkest Knight: Thoughts

(AN: I do not own Batman)

As he left through the window I could feel indecision surrounding him and perhaps a little doubt. But I could not really blame him for that, no one could. I was an enigma, something he had never encountered before. I knew that on his next visit he would ask me why.

Why would a girl who had never met or seen him before want to help him? How could I read him so easily? How had I have drawn him to me with just one poem?

I sat down on my bed with my laptop computer settled on the pale blue bedspread before me, it's glow falling over my legs as I stared at the screensaver: A greenish, metallic pool in an underground cave, metallic, green drops falling from the roof of the cave every few seconds and splashing into the pool, sending ripples across it's surface.

I had chosen it not long after I had seen the first picture of him, not long after I had made my choice. That choice was that I had to help him. I could see that he was hurt, that he was in pain and would not let himself be healed. I had vowed that I would help him heal, and I would never stop trying until I was successful. He had become my obsession, but it was not a fantasy romance obsession that had no chance of coming true. Those I saw all too often in the girls that I went to school with. No, my obsession was altogether different.

I was obsessed with his pain, I wanted to stop it. I knew I had no romantic feelings for him, and I do not want him to have them for me. That would only make his pain worse. I love him; I admit it now, but not like that. I love him because I know that he needs it, whether or not he will admit it even to himself.

I am not going to try to discover his identity, no, that is his greatest shield, and that is something that we all need, and it is something that I want him to lower for me. I refuse to violate him in such a way as to strip him of his last, basic defense.

Most costumed heroes have this defense, and each of them has intrigued me greatly, but Batman stuck out above them all, for he was the one that my heart and soul told me that I had to help. When I have healed him, perhaps I will help others like him, but now, he is my only focus.

After a moment thought, I delicately placed my finger on the mouse pad of my laptop and deactivated the screensaver. Bringing up a word document, I began to type my next poem to him.

Child of night,

In the dark all feels right……